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<blockquote data-quote="Faoiltiarna" data-source="post: 1707299" data-attributes="member: 22558">Faoil sat wordlessly as she took in what Bernard said.&nbsp; The strange voice that had issued from Himoos' mouth as he pressed the blade against her throat echoed in her mind *The Blood of Imarok must perish!*&nbsp; It made sense and yet, could it really be true?&nbsp; Was she the decendant of the First King?&nbsp; Her grey eyes rested upon Bernard, unreadable as usual.&nbsp; &quot;What of my parents?&nbsp; Do you have any idea where they dwelt or where they now lay?&nbsp; Or even their names?&nbsp; Surely, if it is as you say, and I am of such a long and honorable line, there are others who knew of my birth and disappearance.&quot;Faoil shifted her gaze to Denther, her voice was low and firm, &quot;It may have little to do for the actual search, but this information was the agreed upon price with Master Bernard for my assistance to him.&nbsp; Some of us do not seek gold to fill our pockets.&quot;The cold grey eyes shifted then to Rajero.&nbsp; Faoil's voice remained low and stiff,&nbsp; &quot;You would do well to control your impatience young Sir.&nbsp; It is impatience that has caused many to fall at the blade of their enemies.&nbsp; This talk may seem useless to you, but it is my price and I intend to have it before my blade is unsheathed in Master Bernard's service.&nbsp; I have little need for gold to line my pockets.&nbsp; My need is to answer questions that have troubled me since the meeting of demons and dark elven assassins.&nbsp; Answers that may serve to keep my person intact and whole.&quot;Returning her attention to Bernard, Faoil continued, &quot;Do you have the answers to my parents' identities or where they call home Wise One?&quot;::tag group::</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Faoiltiarna, post: 1707299, member: 22558"] Faoil sat wordlessly as she took in what Bernard said. The strange voice that had issued from Himoos' mouth as he pressed the blade against her throat echoed in her mind *The Blood of Imarok must perish!* It made sense and yet, could it really be true? Was she the decendant of the First King? Her grey eyes rested upon Bernard, unreadable as usual. "What of my parents? Do you have any idea where they dwelt or where they now lay? Or even their names? Surely, if it is as you say, and I am of such a long and honorable line, there are others who knew of my birth and disappearance." Faoil shifted her gaze to Denther, her voice was low and firm, "It may have little to do for the actual search, but this information was the agreed upon price with Master Bernard for my assistance to him. Some of us do not seek gold to fill our pockets." The cold grey eyes shifted then to Rajero. Faoil's voice remained low and stiff, "You would do well to control your impatience young Sir. It is impatience that has caused many to fall at the blade of their enemies. This talk may seem useless to you, but it is my price and I intend to have it before my blade is unsheathed in Master Bernard's service. I have little need for gold to line my pockets. My need is to answer questions that have troubled me since the meeting of demons and dark elven assassins. Answers that may serve to keep my person intact and whole." Returning her attention to Bernard, Faoil continued, "Do you have the answers to my parents' identities or where they call home Wise One?" ::tag group:: [/QUOTE]

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